Authors babbling:
HELLO :D
First chapter of my first /ever/ Vocaloid fanfic to see the light of day... EEK.
All normal disclaimers apply of course! I own nothing T^T (Not even the cover incidentally. I will of course credit the artist or remove it if I'm contacted about it!)
For the fourth time that night he sat bolt upright in his bed, panting, shivering and frantically patting down his bed to make sure no malevolent spirits were hiding under the covers with him. Roughly running his hand through his soft blond locks – to move his normally spiked and longish bangs out of the way – he turned to the clock by his bed and scowled. 2 am. And he'd only totaled about an hour of sleep between his freak outs so far.
'This is why you have to stop letting Rin bully you into watching those stupid movies.' He berated himself, throwing his head back on his pillow with a huff. But it wasn't any good, he knew, he'd just wake up again in a little while for the same reason. Looking across the shared room, he spied the familiar shape of his 'big brother' sleeping soundly, and felt the rise of an equally familiar temptation to cross the floor and curl up in the older vocaloid's bed for comfort.
'You're not a little kid anymore, Len. You can't keep running to the big blue dork for safety from the monsters under the bed.' Man, he was being rather rough on himself tonight. He deserved it though, for letting himself be dragged into something he knew he'd regret, again.
Taking a deep breath to steel his resolve, the blond slipped off his bed and padded out of the room. He headed for the kitchen; maybe warm milk would help… As if. It was worth a shot though, maybe that and some mind-numbing cartoons would distract him until he was just tired enough to pass out and stay out. And so he proceeded to fetch and warm the milk before he curled up on the couch and turned on the TV at a whisper loud volume to not bother the rest of his family.
He made it through the glass of milk and about twenty minutes of silly late night shows before he got cold. Still not ready for bed though, he blindly groped around the couch for the blanket he knew would be somewhere. Instead, he tugged a long blue scarf into his lap, and let out a quiet chuckle. Who knew Kaito could forget that thing anywhere at all. After a moment of consideration, Len curled the always worn scarf around his own neck, vaguely reasoning that it would be a good mid-way step between curling up with Kaito himself and coping all on his own.
It didn't take too long, with his nose buried in the faint vanilla scent that was so very… Kaito-like, for Len to drift off, his small hands balled into the material. He'd actually curled up on the couch in his sleep when Kaito found him, the older vocaloid sparing a moment to fondly smile at the teenager so cozily wrapped up in the borrowed garment before he woke the blond by scooping him up.
"Kaito-nii!" The startled whisper sounded almost like a complaint, but it was quickly followed up by a playful whine. "I can walk you know, save the princess carries for Rin."
"Well you can't walk in your sleep, and I didn't mean for you to wake up." Kaito replied, heading for the stairs anyway instead of putting the boy down. "Besides, isn't the princess supposed to be the one afraid of monsters?"
"That's not why I was up!" Len vainly countered, even if he knew better. It wasn't exactly a secret that he couldn't handle his horror flicks, especially not from the guy whose bed he'd been crawling into for years because of it. Fortunately, Kaito didn't comment any further yet, besides wearing an annoyingly knowing grin while he carried his yellow counterpart into their shared room.
"Well, if you're not afraid, I guess I'll just leave you in your own bed."
"Or put me down so I can walk to i- Nevermind." Len huffed as he was carefully dropped onto his mattress. The glare he offered up as his hair was ruffled had no real fire though, and the sweetly mumbled "Oyasumi, Kaito-nii" was just as heartfelt as normal.
Len was quietly grateful too, when Kaito returned to his bed without claiming the scarf the teenager still wore. Even up in his room, it was something of a comfort. It even let him hold onto his pride for another hour before he slipped under the blankets and fell properly asleep. After all, there were no ghosts in that bed, just a vanilla scented, blue haired, breathing body pillow with a heartbeat that could lull anyone to sleep.
More author babbles~
*Exhales* OKAY IT'S OUT THERE! :D
... Kaito feels a little iffy to me. :/ I wanted to give him a slightly mature side though :I Tips would be appreciated if anyone has thoughts!